Hello everyone! Here with another update! I'm sorry I haven't updated in…two weeks is it? I have an excuse! I have not been feeling well! I haven't been sleeping well and I've missed so much sleep! L I've been so tired and can't concentrate on anything!
I'm on medication now and feeling a bit better and wanted to update! I hope this update hasn't ruined the story! I'm still tired (Been awake since 3AM and it's now 6:53PM!)
Concerning the last chapters question, the question was of course Clary! I thought it would be tricky since Simon had only *tried* to attack her, but many of you saw through it! This chapter is dedicated to:
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Clary followed Isabelle down the maze-like hallways. She was sure she would be lost for days if she was forced to walk through the building, alone.
Jace was following the two girls silently. Clary would admit she felt bad for what she did, but at the same time, she felt proud of herself. She didn't usually defend herself…physically. She wondered what made her get violent all of a sudden. First Sebastian and now Jace? Who next? Alec? He seemed to be itching for the chance to punch her, she didn't need to fuel his anger more.
They were walking through the institute in silence for a few minutes, which Clary was grateful for. Unfortunately, like her luck lately, the silence was ended as soon as she thought about it.
"So Clary, what is your boyfriend like?" Isabelle repeated her question from before, only this time Jace stayed quiet.
"He's-" Clary was cut off as a familiar ringing sounded. She immediately patted the pockets of her jeans, but they were empty aside from the wand thing she had taken of Jace that was somehow still in her jeans. "Is that my phone?" She asked the other two.
Isabelle shrugged, but Jace crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, but said nothing. Clary involuntarily looked along his body to find the tell-tale of her phone. She caught sight of his front right pocket quiver and stop at the same time as the ringing ceased.
"Now it seems like someone earns an apology." Jace finally spoke.
Clary glared at him but plastered a sweet smile onto her face. "I'll take the time to accept your apology, *after* you give me back my phone!"
Jace laughed as though finding what she said funny. Clary wanted to lunge at him, although she knew that she wouldn't be able fight him off. Isabelle came to her rescue though.
She walked up to Jace, pushed her hand into his pocket and retrieved Clary's phone. Clary blushed just watching Isabelle casually put her hand in his pocket like it was normal. Jace looked slightly shocked but his expression turned into a frown, like a child whose toy was taken away.
Isabelle tossed Clary her phone, which Clary just narrowly caught. As soon as it was safe in her grip, it began ringing again. She looked at the caller id, and felt a surge of guilt and frustration. It was her mother.
She briefly considered ignoring the call and playing it off that she was still at school.
"Will you answer the damned thing? It's very annoying." Jace said, now leaning against a wall, looking bored as he inspected his nails.
Clary continued to glare at him, but pressed accept on her phone. Her mother needed to know about the car accident. Although there was a high chance the school had called and told her mother that Clary and Jonathan had ditched many classes.
"Hello?" Clary asked timidly, hoping she wasn't going to be a getting another lecture about responsibility that her mother gave her when she stayed out late with Simon, Sebastian or if she was by herself in some of her favorite places.
"Clary!" Came the voice of her mother. Something was wrong though. Her mother's voice was laced with worry, panic and urgency. "Where are you?"
"I'm…at school…" Clary lied, hoping her mother didn't get a call from the school.
"Ok, good." Clary frowned at this. "I need you and Jonathan to go to a friend's house and stay there awhile." Clary blinked in surprise.
"W-what?" she asked in disbelief.
"I need you and-" There was a sound of something heavy colliding with glass before shattering. Clary jumped from the sound, and she was then able to hear mumbling and her mother shouting something Clary couldn't understand.
"MOM!" Clary shouted into her phone, worried for her mother. "MOM! What's going on?!" Clary shouted through her phone, just hoping her mother would be laughing saying it was a prank.
"Clary, I love you both so much. Stay safe and-" The connection broke.
Clary was staring into space and it took her a moment to respond. "Mom!" She shouted into the phone, even though she knew no one would answer.
"Clary, what's wrong?" Isabelle asked.
Clary didn't realize how strong she was holding her phone, till she loosened her sweaty hand and it slipped from her grip, shattering onto the ground.
"I-I need to go home." Clary mumbled in shock.
"No, we need to talk to Hodge." Isabelle insisted, grabbing Clary's arm and trying to pull her to the direction Hodge must have been.
Clary shook her grip off and turned in the direction she was sure she had seen a staircase. She had passed a few windows and she deemed that she wasn't on the ground floor.
She stepped forward, and then gasped as she collided into a solid chest. She looked up and was staring into molten gold eyes that stared back at her. Clary gulped and tried to sidestep Jace, who yet again block her from passing.
"You're not going anywhere. Do I really have to drag your child sized body to Hodge?" Clary felt her eyes sting at the harshness of his tone.
"Why are you acting like suck an asshat!" Clary threw her hands up in exasperation. "I need to see of my mom is okay!" Tears were slowly falling from her eyes, but she didn't care.
Her brother was unconscious because of her and her mother was in danger. There wasn't a force on earth stopping her from helping her family. Jace wasn't going to make that easy.
"Hodge can-"
"To hell with Hodge!" Clary screamed. "My mother needs me! I am not a child that you can boss around. So get out of my way!" Clary attempted to push him out of her way. He chuckled at her failed attempt.
"Seen as you have the strength of a mouse, what will you do if your mother is supposedly in danger? Glare at the culprit? Blind them with your hair?" Jace was now smirking at her.
Clary couldn't help the slap that ensued. She felt the satisfying crack as her hand connected with his cheek.
This shocked him as he stumbled for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. He was now glaring daggers at her, but Clary didn't care.
"I'm wasting time arguing with you. I'm going home to help my mother." Clary hissed as she yet again attempted to pass Jace.
This time he only placed a hand on her shoulder. He stared into her eyes for a moment before speaking. His expression blank. No anger of her slapping him was showing.
"I'll bring you to your mother, *if* you swear by the angel that you will come back her straight away."
Clary presumed it was the best and quickest deal she was going to get so she nodded. Jace sighed before turning his attention on Isabelle.
"Tell Hodge that something came up and that we'll be back soon." Jace grabbed Clary by the arm and started dragging her in a different direction, ignoring Isabelle's protests.
Clary began continuously slapping his hand till he released her. He seemed reluctant to let her go, but Clary was still angry for his earlier comment.
She was very much aware of lack of strength and red hair. All that Jace missed from pointing out her many flaws, was her height. The top of her head barely met his shoulder. She hated when Jon and Seb teased her for being small. She wished she was at least a foot taller.
Clary came back to reality to realize that Jace had led her to an elevator and had asked her a question.
"W-what?" Clary wished she wouldn't blush all the damn time.
Jace smirked, apparently pleased at her embarrassment. "I asked you where you lived."
Clary blushed even more before answering.
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Clary and Jace stepped out of the cab and stood outside Clary's home. She was glaring at Jace who had made her have the most awkward cab ride in her life. Beating the time she had to lie across Jon's and two other football players laps. They had gone to a party and some of them had been drinking (Excluding Clary). They payed the cab driver extra to drive them home like that instead of having them get another cab.
Jace had sat in the middle of the cab and as soon as Clary had sat down to his left and the cab took off, Jace had put his arm over her shoulders and scooted next to her, leaving her no room. She glared at him and told him to move over.
This led to Jace smirking at her and attempting to lift Clary onto his lap. The cab driver noticed this and the fact that Jace wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He shouted at Jace in some foreign language that Clary didn't understand, but she got the idea of what he was saying.
Jace chuckled before sliding into the middle of the cab and buckling his seatbelt, but still kept an arm over her shoulders. She glared at him, but couldn't help her heart beating erratically from how close they had been. Did she hate him so much it drove her crazy?
She shrugged his arm off her, but he then grabbed her hand and held on to it tightly. Clary tried to release her hand, even considered biting her arm off…or him…but she resisted and focused on the journey.
She became familiar as to where they were. She felt relief that she would be home in less than ten minutes and then she could get back at Jace.
Now that she was staring at her apartment window, her revenge was put on hold.
A window that had the living room on the other side was cracked and Clary could swear she saw crimson staining it.
Before Jace could ask her which apartment was hers, Clary bolted into the building and ran up the stairs. Her heart was pounding in panic.
She ran up the three flights of stairs, hearing Jace call out for her, but she bounded he steps as fast as her legs would carry her.
She was finally staring at her door and felt her eyes prick with tears she refused to let spill.
The door was pure oak with a coat of white paint, was now covered in engraved marks, splintered and had spots of crimson covering the handle.
Jace had finally caught up to her. she was sure if the site in front of her wasn't so grotesque, her would have made a sarcastic comment or demand why she ran away. Instead he unsheathed something from his waist and handed her something.
It was a dagger similar to the one she had used at the club to stab that guy. He held a different type of blade that looked alien to her.
Jace was staring into her emerald eyes. She noticed many emotions playing in his eyes, betraying his closed expression.
Clary's hand twitched, wanting to draw his expression and capture his traitor eyes, but she had much more important priorities at that moment.
Jace seemingly became impatient and grabbed her hand to place the dagger in it and curl her fingers around the hilt. Clary shook her head, not wanting to have the weapon in her procession again.
"Trust me. Whatever did that damage, you are going to want a weapon to defend yourself." Jace told her, his voice low.
Clary became aware that he had stepped closer to her, there was about five inches of space between them. "I don't want to kill anyone." Clary refused to sound like a child, but her words sounded like someone who was about to kill someone.
"You don't have to kill." Jace took another step closer, leaving about three inches of space. "Just maim at the most." There was a humorous glint in his eyes that made Clary want to laugh…or maybe the seriousness of the situation was getting to her.
She considered the situation for a short moment before taking a deep breath and taking the dagger. She had never trained with a weapon, and she just hoped she didn't hurt herself while she held it.
Jace released her hand he had held the dagger in and stepped away. She heard her mumble something under his breath before his strange weapon lit up with a similar blue colour to the guy's eyes, the one she…killed.
Jace stepped towards the door silently and pushed the door open. Clary didn't notice the door had been open till then.
She followed behind Jace, keeping the dagger a safe distance from her, as she surveyed her home. Or what was left of it.
Half of the furniture was missing. All of the painting Cary and her mother had done were gone, any pictures whatsoever were missing aside from the ones that only included Luke and her mother. Clary shivered at the thought of some creep with a photo of her.
All of the furniture in her home had been savagely uprooted and either tossed or shredded, decorating the floor in glass, stuffing from pillows and the couch, various shaped pieces of wood and many types of scraps of material.
Clary felt her body shake at the remains of her home. She glanced at the window she had seen from the street and whimpered when she saw the crimson liquid slowing dripping down the pane and onto the wallpaper to end in a gooey puddle on the floor.
Clary also noticed similar coloured liquids in various spots on the floor and walls. She shuddered at the thought of where the liquid came from and what caused the mess.
Jace seemed confused at the state of her home, Clary hoped he wouldn't mock her for its state. She would most likely lash out at him…and she would more than certain be more vicious than any demon he claimed to meet.
She watched Jace step over the mess, avoiding stepping on the destroyed furniture and liquid. His movements were so graceful and Clary was sure any dancer would be jealous.
Clary tried to copy his movements, but she stumbled and almost lost her balance. Jace was inspecting the area; Clary was trying to get to her room.
The hallway didn't look any better than the living room. There was just more glass and wood than material.
Clary finally reached her room, preparing to see a mess similar to the rest of her home. She opened the door slowly and gasped. The room was as she left it. The only mess was the clutter of sketches on her walls, clothes strewn across the floor and the shattered pieces of her alarm clock.
She stepped further into the room and began looking in her wardrobe for a change of clothes. She changed into a pair of navy yoga pants, dark blue turtle neck with long sleeves and ash gray ankle boots.
The jeans she had worn had dried blood on them and they were sliced in a few places, most likely from the glass of her car. She wondered how her top was shredded yet her jeans were saved.
Clary was about to leave her room when she heard something hissing behind her.
Jace POV
Jace frowned at the red-head that had attacked his manhood. What did he do to deserve that?
Okay, sure he hadn't been the most polite person to her (Probably) but did his crotch deserve that? Was she really offended by being called a lesbian?
He couldn't help the sly grin that attached itself to his face at the fantasy. If the red-head knew how to read minds, he was sure she would castrate him. He found the idea oddly kinky.
Isabelle brought him back to reality by asking Clary yet again about her boyfriend. Jace felt a strange emotion overcome him.
Was he really that annoyed that the red-head was already taken? He would admit that he would take the red head to bed if the opportunity arose, but he wasn't going to cross the line of sleeping with another guy's girl…maybe.
He was about to listen to Clary's reply unwillingly when he felt something vibrating in his pocket and an annoying tune filled the air. He knew what it was. It was a phone he had found next to Clary in the wreckage of the car.
Clary twisted her head around to find the source of the noise. It was clear she recognized the sound. "Is that my phone?" She asked.
Jace noticed Isabelle shrug from the corner of his eye. Then Clary turned her electric green eyes on him, causing him to cross his arms and smirk. He was going to get revenge. "Now it seems like someone earns an apology." He said triumphantly.
He was not fooled by her innocent smile. "I'll take the time to accept your apology, *after* you give me back my phone!" He couldn't help but laugh at her.
Better than her had tried to make him apologize. Why should he apologize? It was just a string of words. He believed actions, not words. Well unless if someone swore by the angel than he trusted another's word.
Jace was taken away from his high as he felt something being pushed into his pocket. He looked down to see his adopted sister retrieve the phone from his pocket. He was shocked that she had done so willingly.
He would never see Izzy as anything but a sister, but that didn't mean they were comfortable doing sibling things. Instead they treated each other more like close friends. This usually meant that he was her gay best friend as she constantly asked for his and Alec's opinion on clothes. Like he knew what a sweet heart neckline was. And asking Alec for fashion advice? Really? Jace was sure Alec was blind folded when choosing an outfit for the day.
As soon as Izzy had the phone out of his pocket, Jace frowned at her for taking his ransom away. If Alec was there instead he would have rolled his eyes, told Jace to grow up but let him at it. Or maybe walk away like a spoilt teenage mundane girl who was refused her parents credit card. Whatever had put him in a mood was really grinding on Jace's nerves.
Jace watched Izzy toss the phone to Clary who clumsily caught it. It had begun ringing once more as she held it firmly in her grip. He couldn't help but marvel at her face that was beginning to match her hair.
As She looked at the front of her phone, he watched a common combination of emotions filter through her expression. Living in New York, the expression was very common. Many didn't notice it, but after years of training to pick up every little detail, expressions become easy to read…at times.
He watched her looking at her phone. He walked towards the wall to lean against it and began studying his nails in his normal fashion before saying in an irritated voice "Will you answer the damned thing? It's very annoying."
She glared at him before answering the annoying device. He felt a grin pop onto his face as he realized she had listened to him. The stubborn red-head was most likely only trying to make a point, but Jace was most definitely going to tease her about this later.
He didn't realize that he hadn't been listening to what was going on till Clary's screams for her mother snapped him to attention.
Her face was flushed, not from embarrassment, but from panic. Her green eyes were no longer glaring, but wide with panic. Her whole frame shaking.
He wasn't sure why, but a large part of him wanted to console the small girl. Of course he couldn't. it made no sense and how would he explain it? Isabelle would never let him live it down, that he had cared for a girl instead of trying to seduce her.
"Clary, what's wrong?" Isabelle asked.
Clary seemed to be in a trance which broke by the sound of her phone shattering on the floor.
"I-I need to go home." Clary mumbled. Jace became very confused at the strange reaction going on in his head telling him to say no.
"No, we need to talk to Hodge." Isabelle insisted, grabbing Clary's arm and trying to pull her to the direction Hodge's office was.
Clary shook her grip off and turned in the direction they had just come from.
Jace couldn't be held responsible for what happened next. His traitorous body moved without permission, until he stood right in front of her. She gasped as her small and soft body crashed into his tall and lean one. He heard her gulp and noticed she tried to sidestep. His body ye again betrayed him by blocking her again.
"You're not going anywhere. Do I really have to drag your child sized body to Hodge?" he internally winced at the harshness of his voice. She didn't deserve it, but he was angry at his body for moving independently.
"Why are you acting like suck an asshat!" Clary threw her hands up in exasperation. "I need to see of my mom is okay!" Jace resisted the urge to wipe her tears from her cheeks.
"Hodge can-" Isabelle began but Clary cut her off.
"To hell with Hodge!" she screamed. "My mother needs me! I am not a child that you can boss around. So get out of my way!" Clary attempted to push Jace out of her way, leading her to punch him which only made him chuckle at her weak attempt. She had a much stronger kick than punch.
"Seen as you have the strength of a mouse, what will you do if your mother is supposedly in danger? Glare at the culprit? Blind them with your hair?" Jace smirked at her again.
He felt his cheek being slapped, surprising him as he momentarily lost his balance. Once he regained his posture, he glared at her, silently admitting he deserved that, but he would never admit that out loud.
"I'm wasting time arguing with you. I'm going home to help my mother." Clary hissed as she yet again attempted to pass Jace. He was surprised by the look of determination on her face.
As she tried to pass him once more, instead of blocking her, he placed his hand on her shoulder. She stopped moving and looked up at him. He composed his features to become as blank as a piece of paper. A stunningly attractive piece of paper. He stared into her enormous emerald eyes, as though searching for something…
"I'll bring you to your mother, *if* you swear by the angel that you will come back her straight away." Jace than mentally cursed himself. Her swearing by the angel had no meaning to her. he wasn't even sure she was a shadowhunter! He had risked her life when drawing the iratze on her and her brother, and she had no ill effects, but he still wasn't entirely sure.
He watched her consider the deal for a moment before she nodded. Jace sighed, knowing there was no point in pressing for her to swear by the angel. He turned his attention to Isabelle, breaking away from Clary's eyes.
"Tell Hodge that something came up and that we'll be back soon." Jace grabbed Clary by the arm and started dragging her in a different direction, ignoring Isabelle's protests.
He felt Clary repeatedly slap his hand that was on her arm. He was enjoying that he made her so flustered. It was very entertaining. It was something he couldn't do with Alec, Isabelle or Max.
Alec would duel him then become angry when Jace would obviously win.
Isabelle…he preferred having all limbs attached.
Max was a little kid who looked up to Jace. He annoyed the little boy at times, but Max never got mad. He would try to get even, but he never got mad.
Jace reluctantly released the stubborn girl, noticing a warm sensation being lost from the missing contact. He shrugged, not making a deal of it.
He was very much aware of the girl's presence by his side. He could also see from the corner of his eye, that the girl was watching him. He was already smirking from earlier, so she wasn't likely to realize that he noticed.
He was bored of the silence, so as they reached the life threatening elevator, Jace decided to ask the girl "So where do you live?"
Clary's gaze focused and her cheeks flamed as she left her own little world. Jace wanted to laugh at her reaction, but decided to wait.
"W-what?" she stuttered.
Jace felt his smirk widen. "I asked you where you lived."
Clary blushed even more before answering. Jace then came up with a great idea to get revenge on Clary for kicking him in a place no man should ever be kicked.
He resisted the urge to laugh as he stepped into the elevator, enclosed in a small space with the girl. Her address was far enough away that they would be taking a taxi.
Time for some fun.
So what did you guys think? :D
I don't think the Jace POV sounds right...It sounds a little pervish...but I did my best!
so time for this chapters question? :D
Who said:
"Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?"
As usual, I will try to update as soon as I can! I can't promise that I will update this weekend as I have a S***load of homework and notes to catch up on :/ Yay me :/ but I will try my best!
Oh, by the way, what did you all get up to for Halloween? :D not trying to sound like a stalker or anything! Just curious! I stayed with my regular tradition and stayed up late watching horror movies! :D
Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448